Lil Humpers [upd] -

Leo tugged Cassie’s sleeve. “That’s too high.”

But Cassie sat up, spitting creek water, and raised her arm in a fist. “THAT WAS AWESOME!” she yelled. lil humpers

No one knew who put it up. Not Mrs. Dalrymple, who ran the post office and knew everyone’s business. Not even Deputy Finch, who claimed he’d driven past that pole three times that day and seen nothing. Leo tugged Cassie’s sleeve

Their leader was a twelve-year-old named Cassie Wu. She had a chipped front tooth and a bandana tied around her knee to hide a fresh scrape. She stood on the bridge rail, arms out like a tightrope walker. No one knew who put it up

And that was the summer of the Lil Humpers. The sign came down the next morning, taken by Deputy Finch as “evidence of suspicious activity.” But the kids didn’t need it anymore. They had the memory of a girl flying over a creek, and a name that meant nothing but joy.